Painting Quote by Charles Bukowski Download Open image ““we are a scene chalked out with the sick white brush of age”” — Charles Bukowski ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Painting
“I'm often painted as the bad kid, The other side of me wants to hand out the brush” — Patrick Cruz Copy Share Image
“The bottle of red brush on a white table gleamed throughout the remaining years of my childhood as the sign of what was possible… — Siri Hustvedt Copy Share Image
“It is something cruelly incomprehensible to youthful natures, this sombre sameness in middle-aged and elderly people, whose life has resulted in disappointment and discontent,… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“mockery! bitter, biting mockery of grey hairs, have I lived enough joy to wear ye; and seem and feel thus intolerably old?” — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
“The young see things in black and white while the favorite adverb of the aged is "perhaps.” — Ralph McInerny Copy Share Image
“Everything around me was so starkly white that I began to believe that I would turn white sooner or later. I was quietly being… — Nikesh Shukla Copy Share Image
“Maybe I'll paint you white. Fuck. You'd love that, woudn't you? Have my come all over your body.” — K.I. Lynn Copy Share Image
“That’s how life is in a sense. We cleanse and cleanse, attempting to wash away all the foul smells and filth of yesterday. And one day we look, still green behind the ears, thinking we could become something brand new in a world that’s centuries old, and the spot that should have been long gone still exists. It becomes a… — Malik Will Copy Share
“sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks years seem wasted – stretched there upon… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. A writer who has to go into the streets is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“nerves twitching in the sheets -- to face the sunlight again, that's clearly trouble. I like the city better when the neon lights are going and the nudies dance on top of the bar to the mauling music. I'm under this sheet thinking. me nerves are hampered by history -- the most memorable concern of mankind is the guys it… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I climbed the stairway (there was no elevator) and put the key in. The door swung open. Somebody had changed all the furniture around, put in a new rug. No, the furniture was new, too. There was a woman on the couch. She looked all right. Young. Good legs. Blonde. 'Hello,' I said, 'care for a beer?' 'Hi!' she said.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
“Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part -a gymnasium of bodies namelessly masturbating each other. People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or to love. So they became swingers. The dead fucking the dead. There was no gamble or humor in their game -it was corpse fucking corpse. Morals… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share
I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day and bought… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I was like a turd that drew flies instead of like a flower that butterflies and bees desired. I wanted to live alone,I felt… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
One is a painter because one wants so-called freedom; one doesn't want to go to the office every morning. — Marcel Duchamp Copy Share Image
“People in coats and ties were milling around the Talley gallery, and on the wall were the minimally rendered still lifes by Giorgio Morandi, most of them no bigger than a tea tray. Their thin browns, ashy grays, and muted blues made people speak softly to one another, as if a shouted word might curdle one of the paintings and… — Steve Martin Copy Share
A home is not a museum. It doesn't have to be furnished with Picasso paintings, or Sheraton suites, or Oriental rugs, or Chinese pottery.… — James M. Cain Copy Share Image
The bigger the canvas, the better I do. I'm not so good at understated, kitchen-sink kinds of parts. — Christopher Reeve Copy Share Image
I had an idea for a technologically advanced luxury watch. I got involved in digital art and neon painting and put on shows of… — Giorgio Moroder Copy Share Image
I think I'm a guy who can get into the paint, make plays and obviously distribute and make plays for other guys, too. — Kevin Huerter Copy Share Image
“Love them all," said Renoir. "That is the secret, young man. Love them all." The painter let go of his arm and shrugged. "Then,… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish. — William Blake Copy Share Image
“He unfixes the metal notch and slips his hand around the body of the bird. Feels its heat, its small heart beating. He stares at the bird's bright orange eyes. Like the color of the bird's wings in the painting. Or the small touch of lichen on the rock by the Japanese woman's foot. Natalia did not truly see the… — Nina Schuyler Copy Share
I love painting. I love writing. I love creating and being around people who are creating. — Joe Lycett Copy Share Image
“Your soul is your paintbrush, your world is your canvass, your life is your masterpiece.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
There's nothing more special than intellect and labour that makes painting work. There's no magic there; it's information, and it's work. — Kerry James Marshall Copy Share Image
